Someday, Eastward

"What are you doing?" Guy stood with his arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised.

"I'm givin' Haytham his breakfast." Allan smiled affectionately as he ran a finger over the bird's smooth head.

"You brought a pigeon all the way back from the Holy Land?" Gisborne's voice held a slightly mocking tone. "And you named it?"

"Haytham's not an it, he's a him." Allan cradled the cooing bird in cupped hands. "We're in the same boat, me and him. We've got people waitin' for us."

Guy saw that Allan's were wet as he looked Eastward toward the rising sun.